| Twelve men ride out from the mountain today
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| Hell bent on destruction and they’re heading your way
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| Find me a posse of twelve brave men
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| Tell 'em not to expect to come home again
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| Dont spare the guns cos they ain’t movin too slow
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| Round up the horses and lets go
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| I take a shot of whiskey as I mount my steed
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| Heading down to the canyon where the blood runs free
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| A dozen outlaw riders charging out from the sun
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| A gunshot rings out and the battle’s begun
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| Dont spare the guns cos they ain’t movin too slow
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| Round up the horses and lets go
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| We come around from the east and cut 'em off at the cross
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| With guns blazin' we ride before the first man is lost
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| A red rag to a bull, we head up onto the plain
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| With bullets flyin' around the bodies fall like rain
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| Last man standing I know, with cordite filling my nose
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| Gotta saddle up my horse, and head to Mexico
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| Round up the horses and lets go
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| Round up the horses and lets go
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| Round up the horses and lets go
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| Round up the horses and lets go |